#problems with laptop

[cubedmango]

happy 3 yrs to the aa brainrot 🫵‼️

[sualne]

(wip) the bros

[legogradstudent]

Repairing his run-down laptop, the grad student is tempted to obliterate the anxiety-ridden piece of junk instead.

[rui-drawsbox]

my new tablet arrived today so i'm doing my yearly quota of Miku to practice

[annabelle--cane]

tumblr posts love to say stuff like "this is exactly how all young people are today: [a bunch of stuff that is only true for my specific socioeconomic bracket in my county of my state in the US and I'm also probably ignoring the good 30% of kids in my town who aren't like this]"

[franeridart]

The Housecat Philosophy - Ep 44

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[screwpinecaprice]

They're what Earthlings called 'Twinsies'! 👽

Peridot is gleefully showing off their new "drip" while Lapis is just going along with Peri's shenanigans. Thank you, theunseenunsealer (DeviantArt) for commissioning! 😁

[hellhoundlair]

absolute pillow of a man

+ extras!

[arty-tardigrade]

Max vs. Daniel! Who would win: a psychopathic cultist with a knife or a ten year old?

(Spoiler, it's the ten year old.)

[salmonentrees]

some of my fave alastor faces from hells greatest dad (ft. lucifer)! i wanted to share because. well. look at him

[ghostlyheart]

Coffee and you

Maggie and Nina in Good Omens Season 2

[morverenmaybewrites]

Imagine Dark Fantasy!Gotham

Inspired by this post.

Imagine dark fantasy!Gotham. A Gotham City that sits between the border of magic and the mundane. A Gotham City that may or not may not be there, depending on the day. And the person searching for it. 

A city made of both magic and the cold iron that once nearly brought it to extinction, nearly splitting at the seams at the weight of its own existence.

The only city left where you are never quite sure if the person you pass on the street is human or the personification of a myth so ancient that the outside world had all but forgotten its name. 

Glamour is woven and worn like a second skin; it is said that the most powerful ones can bend even the hardest of wills to the wearer’s whims. Politicians drink charisma from gleaming silver cups just before they make their speeches to the adoring public. 

Laughter is sold in bright green bottles and sold in dark corners–to a twisted clown who leaves grinning bodies in his wake. 

A scientist, half-mad with his own discoveries, learns how to brew fear. And conjures hallucinations so real that his victims would carve furrows into their own skin, screaming about the things that haunt them.

Imagine the Lazarus Pits and the stories they would inspire. It is said that they were once a phenomenon seen around the world: the strange, glowing pools that hold the power over life and death. But that was before the iron, and the rise of man, and before the magic had been all but bled from the world.

Now, the only place where a Lazarus Pit could exist in was Gotham City. 

If it even exists at all. 

No books mention it, no maps lead to it.

And yet, the rumors persist. Whispered in dark corners, in quiet bars where the alcohol served gleams as if distilled from moonlight.

A friend of a friend had been brought back to life, a lover suffering grievous injuries stepping out of a pool, gleaming with health, a small group of humans who have somehow lived for centuries.

Imagine Bruce Wayne, half-mad with grief and hollowed out by loss. A despair so great that it threatened to blot out the stars. 

If it had been another time, another place, perhaps death would have been the end of it. Perhaps the small frame he held in his arms would have been buried underneath the rich dark earth of Wayne gardens, beside Bruce’s parents. Perhaps the boy and his father would have found some measure of peace.

But this was Gotham City, the last place on earth where one could find magic. 

And, perhaps just this once, death was not the end. 

Imagine Jason Todd, dead. 

Then, alive. A heart silent and still, begins to beat, faster and faster as if it means to break, screaming from his ribcage. 

A miracle, but not without price. Never without price.

Imagine Jason Todd, silent and still and dead, until he is not. Until the cave that contains those famed pools echoes with his screams. Whatever memory of heaven or hell or the Afterlife blasted out of him by the pain of a soul being slammed, forcefully, back into its body. 

Oh how living hurts. 

How death hounds his every step. 

It is there, in the way, he feels he does not belong anymore. After all, he was brought back to the world of the living, and he is no longer supposed to be alive. It is there, in the way his skin runs a little too cold, in the way he would sometimes forget to feel the warmth. 

Once, Alfred walked in on him, holding his hand over an open fire, face utterly devoid of expression. 

It is there, in the way human food feels ever so slightly bland. As if something unnameable, something crucial had been stripped from it. 

It is there, in the color of his eyes. Once blue, they are the same shade of green as the smoke of the pools. They glow preternaturally bright, even in complete darkness. 

Imagine his hate and resentment, growing day by day, at being forced to live in a world that now rejects him. 

And so Jason leaves. 

Leaves his father, leaves Gotham. Immerses himself in the mundanity of the modern world, and hopes that it’s enough to make him forget.

But every time he takes a bite of food that he can barely taste, every time he looks up at the sky to realize that he doesn’t feel the cold, every time he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. 

Jason remembers.

He is not supposed to be here.  

I'll be writing this as either a one shot or a two-part story. But tell me if anyone wants a part 2 where I'll discuss the plot and Jason's relationship with a changeling!reader!

[padmerrie]

fuck orochimaru.  kakashi is their dad now. ✌🏻

[moonpaw]

trying to design a new main pmd2 team as i sadly retire team vulpes

[acekindaneat]

sketch dump raaah

[frnkiebby]

gerard needs their floor time~🎃